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LORD BACHELOR
Tammy L. Bailey
Released December 7th, 2015
Wild Rose Press
Edmund Rushwood is a single English
lord in possession of a great fortune who is in desperate need of a rich wife.
In accordance with his father’s will, Edmund has until he turns twenty-six to
find a wealthy bride or lose his vast inheritance. To retain his selfish lifestyle,
he agrees to join an American dating game show to find the woman who can save
him. He doesn’t bargain on meeting Abby Forester, an impoverished, spirited
American woman who is content to live out her father’s dreams in his vintage
record shop.
With covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them apart?
With covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them apart?
Excerpt
He smiled. “Just say thank you,
and we’ll call it even.”
For a long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”
His smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of appreciation.”
Abby exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”
“Lord,” he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”
For a long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”
His smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of appreciation.”
Abby exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”
“Lord,” he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”
She resisted the urge to roll her
eyes. “Pardon me. Lord Rushwood.”
“You may still call me
Edmund.”
This time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream. He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.
This time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream. He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.
"I have thanked you…Edmund,
so I will not be wrapping my arms around your neck and inviting you
up for a night of, whatever you call it in England—”
“Rogering? Shagging?”
She closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied, trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.
“Rogering? Shagging?”
She closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied, trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.
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Tammy L.
Bailey is a wife and a mother of a
Jedi and a future fill-in drummer for The Rolling Stones, The Who, or any other
70's band. I enjoy watching Jane Austen movie adaptations, afternoon football,
eating Thai food, and spending down time with my husband and two sons. I don't
have any pets, but when I was young, I had a black lab we called Satan. Her
name was originally Satin, but two very young girls with southern accents
mispronounced the word. She was the best dog in the entire world. I have a twin
sister and three other siblings. I am also a third generation veteran, and I
love eating Milk Duds with my popcorn during Star Wars movie nights.
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